One night, Lu Zuolin woke up from his sleep and told his parents that the reason why their fields and grains were not harmed by locusts was because of the secret help of a god of wealth.
My parents asked, how can I help? He said that the God of Wealth sprayed a magical potion in our manor, and the locusts hated the smell and were smoked away from a long distance away.
My parents were convinced that it was true, so they bought a God of Wealth from the souvenir shop and placed it in the shrine at home. They also prepared an incense burner to burn incense every day and express their sincere thanks.
Later, his father Lu Bingzhu became old and Lu Zuolin grew up, so he naturally became the owner of the manor. Although his family is wealthy and his land is rich. But he was so stingy that even if there were mountains of food in the warehouse, he would not help the poor who were hungry.
Once, a ragged beggar came to the Lu Manor to beg for food. Lu Zuolin thought begging was dirty and refused to give him food, and yelled at him to get out.
But the beggar sat shamelessly at the door of the manor and refused to leave. When his mother, Mrs. Xu, saw this, she wanted to give him a bowl of rice to persuade him to leave.
Lu Zuolin refused to let his mother bring fresh rice to the beggar. Instead, he brought a plate of rancid and smelly overnight porridge from home, poured it into the beggar's porcelain bowl with a chip on the edge, covered his nose and said, "Get the hell out of here." Egg!
The beggar was so hungry that he immediately drank the overnight porridge into his stomach, then licked his lips and walked along a winding white road that stretched into the distance.
On the afternoon of the fourth day, someone found the beggar's body on the mountain road not far from Lu's Manor. His body was covered with traces of constipation, and there was a pile of vomit around his mouth. The stench was unpleasant. A passing bird The cat licked and ate some of it and died the next day. This is obviously poisoning.
Only Lu Zuolin knew that the beggar died of an illness after eating the sour overnight porridge he gave him and failing to receive treatment, but how could he dare to speak out?
What puzzled Lu Zuolin was that on the night when he found out that the beggar had died of illness, he was burning incense in front of the shrine where the God of Wealth was placed as usual. But as soon as the incense stick was lit, he heard the squeaking sound of a mouse, and then heard "Bah" With a "click" sound, the porcelain statue of the God of Wealth fell from the shrine, perhaps tripped by a mouse and crashed into several pieces of porcelain.
Hearing the noise, my parents rushed over from the other room one after another. When they saw that the porcelain statue of the God of Wealth had been broken, they sometimes said it was a bad sign; sometimes they said that if they offended the God of Wealth, they would no longer be blessed by the God of Wealth.
Only Mrs. Xu knelt down and kowtowed to the broken pieces of porcelain, and said silently, God of Wealth, don’t blame me. Our family will invite a wooden statue of you to worship tomorrow. Even if the wood carving accidentally falls, it will not hurt. Bad!
The breaking of the porcelain statue of the God of Wealth may seem accidental, but it is actually inevitable.
It turned out that the God of Wealth found out that Lu Zuolin was so unkind and unjust, so he no longer wanted to protect him and made him rich, and planned to leave him.
Before leaving, the God of Wealth called the Rat God and said, "Please send a big rat to trip and destroy the Lu family's porcelain statue of the God of Wealth."
The Rat God was puzzled and asked, "Isn't that your statue?" Why destroy it?
The God of Wealth said, "Rat God, you don't know something. Lu Zuolin's conduct is too bad, which affects my practice. I don't care if the Lu family worships me."
The Rat God understood and acted according to the God of Wealth's wishes that day.
A few days later, the Lu family did indeed carve a wooden statue of the God of Wealth and place it on the shrine for worship again, but it didn't go well. It was often tripped by mice, and less than a year later it was bitten hollow by termites, leaving only the outer shell. One day the door was open and the north wind blew it over and fell to the ground, shattering into a pile of wood fibers and powder. The Lu family no longer worships the God of Wealth.
The God of Wealth, who left the Lu family, returned to the palace of the underworld city and was about to tell the truth. However, the City King first asked him why he was not assisting Lu Zuolin in the human world, and then returned to the underworld.
The God of Wealth cupped his hands and said, "My lord, you don't know something. Lu Zuolin, the reincarnation of Hua Dafu, has completely lived up to your expectations."
Then he truthfully reported Lu Zuolin's misdeeds in the world of wealth and cruelty. At that time, someone was beating drums outside the hall to cry out for injustice, and the messenger hurried into the hall to spread the news that there was a ghost of a beggar in rags who wanted to see the king.
The king of the city announced an edict and ordered the drummers to enter the palace. After a while, the dirty beggar entered the hall and knelt down in front of the hall. After performing the obeisance ceremony, he cried and told that he was from the Central Plains. During his lifetime, due to the decline of his family, he became a beggar, begging for food everywhere, and still managed to survive. But a few days ago, I went begging to the door of the house of Lu Zuolin, the owner of a large manor in the Central Plains. This man was not kind and told me to get out several times. I refused to leave because I was hungry, so he gave me some spoiled overnight food that should have been thrown away. I ate the porridge, but I didn't understand at first. After I ate it, I turned my stomach and couldn't vomit it out. As a result, I kept having diarrhea until I became critically ill and died of dehydration.
At this point, he wiped away his tears and said, Your Majesty, I died unjustly. Lu Zuolin is tantamount to poisoning and killing people. Your Majesty, wealthy people have always been benevolent, righteous and moral, caring about the people and helping the poor. However, Lu Zuolin has a very vicious heart and has no sympathy for the weak. He also harms others. It is really unforgivable!
Your Majesty, this is why I left Lu Zuolin. The God of Wealth said angrily that the owner of a large manor should be a virtuous person, but Lu Zuolin was unkind and unjust and should not have so much wealth.
I just wanted to rescue him at first, but I didn't know that he would be reborn as a human being and not cherish the blessings, but he would betray his trust and act recklessly. He really failed to live up to my good intentions! The urban king looked sullen, and then stood up from the throne in the palace and preached in public that Lu Zuolin had been blessed with good fortune and longevity in this life, but he had done such evil and misbehaved, which was really his own disaster. The tragic fate of losing fortune, salary, and life expectancy is about to befall him.
There is a saying: You are like a wolf in Zhongshan, and you will be rampant when you gain power. Later, Lu Zuolin, the owner of Zhongyuan Manor, was criticized by the world. There was a famine one year, and the victims were begging everywhere, struggling to survive, and even starving to death everywhere.
Lu Zuolin's family had a lot of food, but they hoarded it and sold it at high prices. How could the people have money to buy food? Some disaster victims wanted to ask him to buy on credit. Lu Zuolin stood in front of a grain storage warehouse and said stiffly that even if he sold a grain of grain, he would not have to deal with it if he did not have cash.
He was afraid that the victims would be determined to rebel and seize food, so he gathered more than a dozen servants to defend him, and sometimes fired cannons into the wilderness. Some servants shouted with force that if anyone had the wrong idea to rush into the warehouse of our Lu family manor, I would be killed. Beat him to death.
Those victims did not dare to act rashly. Most of them held the dustpans, wooden basins, and spoons they were holding in their hands to buy grain on credit with their mouths down or tilted, but they still refused to leave.
A scrawny man saw Lu Zuolin walking around arrogantly in front of the warehouse, so he knelt down and begged for mercy. He said, "Master Lu, please be kind. Our family has no rice for cooking for more than half a month, and we have to rely on food every day." We live on tree bark, polygonatum odorifera, and wild vegetables, and there aren’t many of these! What's even worse is that my son feels uncomfortable after eating, and his stomach keeps tumbling, but he can't get it out... As he spoke, the man choked up, and then many victims knelt down and complained with tears in their clothes...
Suddenly, Lu Zuolin roared, "You guys are inferior to pigs and dogs. I won't do this. If you don't take out cash to buy food, you want me to lend it to you on credit. Dream on!" I would rather let the grain moldy and rot in the warehouse than give it to you in vain.
At this time, a servant came over and said to Lu Zuolin, Mr. Lu, the rice in the north warehouse is really moldy. How to deal with it? Lu Zuolin asked, is it really moldy?
The servant replied that it was really moldy. Lu Zuolin circled his hand and shouted loudly, clearing out the moldy rice and setting it on fire.
Don't burn! Don't burn! The angry and depressed victims, whose knees were numb, stood up one by one and begged again, Mr. Lu, please use that moldy rice to save us! There are always some non-mouldy rice among the moldy rice, and some may not be completely moldy, so it will be ruined if burned...
Lu Zuolin said nothing with a straight face. The servant approached him and asked, Master Lu, was the moldy rice in the north warehouse used to help the victims, or was it dragged out and set on fire?
Lu Zuolin waved his hand and said to set fire to it, don't take advantage of these poor people.
Can't burn, can't burn... The victims shouted together, and at first they were lucky that Lu Zuolin's wish for good luck had failed, and now they all felt desperate.
Lu Zuolin smiled grimly and directed several servants to drag out baskets of rice that emitted a pungent musty smell from the north warehouse, and piled them on the threshing floor in front of them and set them on fire together with the straw.
The victims tried to rush to grab the moldy rice, but were stopped by the servants, who were grinning and waving wooden sticks.
Some servants even fired clay cannons into the sky to scare the victims, so no one could break through the obstacles and grab a grain of rice from the fire, even if it was moldy rice.
They looked at the clouds of black smoke rising, and all of them looked up to the sky and sighed, God, why is it so unfair? We can't even eat moldy food. Some people's food was so moldy that it burned down...
Lu Zuolin walked around the moldy rice that was being burned. He smelled the black smoke blown by the wind and choked him. He couldn't spit out anything. His throat was uncomfortable. He put his hands on his hips and stared at the outside of the field. Looking at the victims, he glanced at him and said angrily, "Damn it, this Gu Yanzi is also against me."
